A Different Love
Title: A Different Love
Author: countess_hp
Beta: Hambares
Character/Pairing: Lucius/Draco
Word Count: 100 x 10
Rating: Hard R
Summary: Draco always loved his farther.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, danm.
Warning(s): Incest, Sex
Love-
Father made sure I was loved. After my mother’s suicide, he always made sure that I was never alone. I had playmates that would come over to the house. Or if it was a nasty day I would be in Father’s study. I would play with my toys as he wrote letters, answered mail, and all other manner of adult things. When I was 6, he bought me a kitten. I called him Orange because he was orange. It was when I was 7 that I learned love between a father and son could go farther than what we had.
Fear-
I feared the things that my Father showed me. Well at least for a bit. They seemed so…odd. That one man should put his…penis up another’s butt? I guess that crosses every bottom’s mind as the top slides in.
It hurt at first. I screamed and tried to move away. But Father held me there and didn’t move until I was ready. He added more oil to his penis as it moved in and out of me. As he had said, a fire started in me. I was amazed that something that hurt so much could also feel so good.
Hate-
I hate and will always hate September first. Father had told me to be a big boy and not cry.
“But daddy, I don‘t want to go,” Draco sniffled.
“All wizards go to school.”
“But who will read me my bedtime story?”
“Big boys are not read bedtime stories.”
“Then I don‘t want to be a big boy,” Draco cried.
I got on the stupid train that day. He kissed me good bye, not like we did at home, but on the cheek. He waved as the train left. I cried all the way to the castle. Once there I looked in my bag. Father had packed a little magical recording. I could hear his voice when I was away.
Lust-
I felt odd the second week of school. There were urges that I had. An urge to have my Father inside me. The urge to suck him. I didn’t understand and I had no one to talk to. Father said never to tell another about us.
Later on the week and carefully worded at letter to my father. He wrote back telling me, in different words, that it was lust. I was lusting after him.
That weekend I was taken down to Hogsmeade. Father met me there! He bought me a few things then we spent the rest of the weekend in his hotel room.
Greed-
Father told me to be greedy about the feelings I had. To feel greedy as his cock was buried inside me. To be greedy when I sucked him off. To be greedy about the come that he gave me.
He taught me things that I could do at school that would be like he was with me. He showed me how to look at things in a different angle. Especially if he was fucking me upside down.
I was greedy with our time. I milked it for everything. I let him take me when ever he wanted too. I let him fucked me on anything or over anything.
Envy-
As a hormonal teenager I envied the other students, what with their boyfriends and girlfriends. The way they could kiss and cuddle in public. I envied Blasie and his girl friend. I couldn’t be with my lover. He was miles away and under a façade.
I envied the other men that told their lovers that they loved them. The one’s that sent candy and sweets to them on special days. Days like Valentines Day and Christmas.
Although I got to come home every holiday and spend it with my father(,) I still envied the one’s that could love out loud.
Anger-
Damn Saint Potter. He thinks he is so good. He sent my father to prison. My lover and friend. I had no one. I promised to kill him and drink his blood.
I never got to though. Potter disappeared later on. I prayed to whoever was out there to bring him back so I could kill him slowly.
I took my anger out on the house elves. I felt bad after I had hurt them. But my anger blinded me. I would mutilate them, cut off limbs and such. I would heal them so they could still work, but still. I would break their arms and legs several times and let it grow back deformed.
Depression-
My sixth year was always filled with sadness. I took to self mutilation to relieve that pain. Emotional pain for physical pain. I hid and didn’t let anyone see me as I cut myself. I cut just deep enough to bring the blood. Little lines of red on my skin. Red on white.
I would lay on the bathroom floor just letting the blood flow, until I nearly passed out. Then I would heal them up and go to bed where I dreamed of my Father and how it felt to be in his arms and to feel his kisses.
Excitement-
It was ten minutes until three. I was being released at three. I smiled for the first time in three years. I was going home to see my boy. To see my Draco.
-=-=-=-=-
“How?” Lucius voice was cracking with emotion.
“It does not matter how. I would do anything for my Father, anything.” Lucius pulled him up and kissed his lips. “Just one more week and we will be home, Father.”
“One more week and we will not have to fuck hard and fast.” He stroked his son‘s cheek. “One week and I will be able to savor you.”
“Yes, Father.”
Joy-
Draco stood bouncing on his heels. Charlie Weasley, his lover and husband, at his side.
“Are you sure you do not mind? I mean bringing him in our relationship?” Draco asked.
“Naw. Plus I think it would be hot to see you two kissing…”
“And fucking.”
“Oh yes.” Charlie lent down and kissed his husband.
Lucius saw his son…and a Weasley.
“Draco…?”
“Father, this is my husband.”
“Oh, I see.”
“No Father. We want you in our relationship,” Draco said.
“But…”
“We do. I love Draco and Draco loves you. It will be fine.”
“Please, Daddy?” Draco pouted. Lucius smiled.
“Very well.”
“He always gets his way.” Charlie laughed.
FIN
Author: countess_hp
Beta: Hambares
Character/Pairing: Lucius/Draco
Word Count: 100 x 10
Rating: Hard R
Summary: Draco always loved his farther.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, danm.
Warning(s): Incest, Sex
Love-
Father made sure I was loved. After my mother’s suicide, he always made sure that I was never alone. I had playmates that would come over to the house. Or if it was a nasty day I would be in Father’s study. I would play with my toys as he wrote letters, answered mail, and all other manner of adult things. When I was 6, he bought me a kitten. I called him Orange because he was orange. It was when I was 7 that I learned love between a father and son could go farther than what we had.
Fear-
I feared the things that my Father showed me. Well at least for a bit. They seemed so…odd. That one man should put his…penis up another’s butt? I guess that crosses every bottom’s mind as the top slides in.
It hurt at first. I screamed and tried to move away. But Father held me there and didn’t move until I was ready. He added more oil to his penis as it moved in and out of me. As he had said, a fire started in me. I was amazed that something that hurt so much could also feel so good.
Hate-
I hate and will always hate September first. Father had told me to be a big boy and not cry.
“But daddy, I don‘t want to go,” Draco sniffled.
“All wizards go to school.”
“But who will read me my bedtime story?”
“Big boys are not read bedtime stories.”
“Then I don‘t want to be a big boy,” Draco cried.
I got on the stupid train that day. He kissed me good bye, not like we did at home, but on the cheek. He waved as the train left. I cried all the way to the castle. Once there I looked in my bag. Father had packed a little magical recording. I could hear his voice when I was away.
Lust-
I felt odd the second week of school. There were urges that I had. An urge to have my Father inside me. The urge to suck him. I didn’t understand and I had no one to talk to. Father said never to tell another about us.
Later on the week and carefully worded at letter to my father. He wrote back telling me, in different words, that it was lust. I was lusting after him.
That weekend I was taken down to Hogsmeade. Father met me there! He bought me a few things then we spent the rest of the weekend in his hotel room.
Greed-
Father told me to be greedy about the feelings I had. To feel greedy as his cock was buried inside me. To be greedy when I sucked him off. To be greedy about the come that he gave me.
He taught me things that I could do at school that would be like he was with me. He showed me how to look at things in a different angle. Especially if he was fucking me upside down.
I was greedy with our time. I milked it for everything. I let him take me when ever he wanted too. I let him fucked me on anything or over anything.
Envy-
As a hormonal teenager I envied the other students, what with their boyfriends and girlfriends. The way they could kiss and cuddle in public. I envied Blasie and his girl friend. I couldn’t be with my lover. He was miles away and under a façade.
I envied the other men that told their lovers that they loved them. The one’s that sent candy and sweets to them on special days. Days like Valentines Day and Christmas.
Although I got to come home every holiday and spend it with my father(,) I still envied the one’s that could love out loud.
Anger-
Damn Saint Potter. He thinks he is so good. He sent my father to prison. My lover and friend. I had no one. I promised to kill him and drink his blood.
I never got to though. Potter disappeared later on. I prayed to whoever was out there to bring him back so I could kill him slowly.
I took my anger out on the house elves. I felt bad after I had hurt them. But my anger blinded me. I would mutilate them, cut off limbs and such. I would heal them so they could still work, but still. I would break their arms and legs several times and let it grow back deformed.
Depression-
My sixth year was always filled with sadness. I took to self mutilation to relieve that pain. Emotional pain for physical pain. I hid and didn’t let anyone see me as I cut myself. I cut just deep enough to bring the blood. Little lines of red on my skin. Red on white.
I would lay on the bathroom floor just letting the blood flow, until I nearly passed out. Then I would heal them up and go to bed where I dreamed of my Father and how it felt to be in his arms and to feel his kisses.
Excitement-
It was ten minutes until three. I was being released at three. I smiled for the first time in three years. I was going home to see my boy. To see my Draco.
-=-=-=-=-
“How?” Lucius voice was cracking with emotion.
“It does not matter how. I would do anything for my Father, anything.” Lucius pulled him up and kissed his lips. “Just one more week and we will be home, Father.”
“One more week and we will not have to fuck hard and fast.” He stroked his son‘s cheek. “One week and I will be able to savor you.”
“Yes, Father.”
Joy-
Draco stood bouncing on his heels. Charlie Weasley, his lover and husband, at his side.
“Are you sure you do not mind? I mean bringing him in our relationship?” Draco asked.
“Naw. Plus I think it would be hot to see you two kissing…”
“And fucking.”
“Oh yes.” Charlie lent down and kissed his husband.
Lucius saw his son…and a Weasley.
“Draco…?”
“Father, this is my husband.”
“Oh, I see.”
“No Father. We want you in our relationship,” Draco said.
“But…”
“We do. I love Draco and Draco loves you. It will be fine.”
“Please, Daddy?” Draco pouted. Lucius smiled.
“Very well.”
“He always gets his way.” Charlie laughed.
FIN